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Pictures from my life #6


I met up with Ms. X (co-founder of my not-really-a-book-club Book Club) this afternoon. She's been in town over Christmas break (these days, she's mostly in England working on getting her master's).

There's really no such thing as a "quick meeting" with Ms. X. She's very...talkative. Almost to the point of "talkative" being an understatement. Luckily for her listeners, she's also quite the gifted storyteller, so it's never boring. But it's also never brief. Plus, we had to catch up on a few months' worth of life stuff.

After a lovely 2.5-3 hour lunch in the Schanze (@ Tandur, for the curious), she asked me if I wanted to come with her to pick up some hair extentions in Billstedt. Not having anything else on my schedule, I agreed to go along.

We ended up at the Punjab Store (pictured above). It was sort of down this side street and a warehouse-y looking area. Not really a place where you think there would be a shop. It was kind of amazing. I think I might have to take Frosty there the next time he comes to visit.

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